Ghostface Killah, Raekwon, Prodigy of Mobb Deep, Pete Rock - Tha Game lyrics

NBA Finals 1992 MJ "The Shrug" sample

Wall to wall, that's my word
I own approximately everythin' you got
The verdict that's right

Yo! Call me the black champion, Guess down
Wanna test now?
So let's grab the mack and vest
Bless him if he stressed out
Amazin', blazin' Purple Haze spaceships
Blazin' asians in Mercedes Benz stations
Yo! Movin' through the tavern
Guns that burn, sons that learn
Stabbin' an intern, corporate book of words
Iceatollah Motorola's, gun reloaders
Broads with rollers when wet lens stole us
Lex glowers who owe us
Call up Commissionary Gordon
Son, go warn the Warden that the lord is back
Rollin' with his sword again
Mixtape, masturbation mate
Rate plates ice trait's
Guns with bitches jumpin' outta white cakes
It's on, for real, indeed, Lex Leonardo
Shells that's hollow
Six whipper through the 52 globe of horror
Carry the stainless steel armor
Nurture the church avenue drama, yo
African gold from Ghana
Puffin' these marijuanas make
Allah catch Alzheimer's
Feedin' bread to birds
Yellin' "Fuck old timers!"

It's called game, it'll get ya life killed
Game recognize
Right wills, game, slight chills
Things stay the same
Game, subliminary mills, smash grills
Night chills regardless what, pah
Things won't be the same again
It'll get ya life killed, game recognize
Right wills, game, slight chills
Things stay the same
Game, subliminary mills, smash grills
Night chills
Mic skills, baby pah, won't be the same
Game

(Check this out, one-two)
(Yeah yeah! This is me, P, no doubt)

Segregate those fake poems
Separate the bullshit from the authentic
Vintage rhyme division got
The globe listenin'
My rap scroll belittled your
Goals and visions prohibition got my whole
Block pissin' Christians
One-fifty-one Dunn'll have you
Off balance walkin'
Don't let your emotions get involved
Talkin' to the wrong culprit
The killer be the soft spoken
So what's ya intentions? You wanna
Glow for the moment?
Throw on your two pennies, then you boltin'
I rock for the few chosen who
Got they third minds open
Write a page that'll engage
War and incite fights be on the look for the
Bright lights and North winds
The trumpets be the mics, the size malevolent
You don't belong in my eyesight
P's a powerful soldier of the life
And things won't be the same again
It's over!

It's called game, it'll get ya life killed
Game recognize
Right wills, game, slight chills
Things stay the same
Game, subliminary mills, smash grills
Night chills regardless what, pah
Things won't be the same again
It'll get ya life killed, game recognize
Right wills, game, slight chills
Things stay the same
Game, subliminary mills, smash grills
Night chills
Mic skills, baby pah, won't be the same
Game

(You're all up in the game and
Don't deserve to be be be)

MC Ultra
High-brolic bank roll alcohol vulture
Garlic balls diced to shield the okra
Tally-ho pitty pat backgammon pro
Pink salmon five spring rolls know me
You love my intro half a face wig sewed
Together like Manhattan Chase
Lookin' like snatchin' the place
Check behind the drapes
Castor Troy layin' for Travolta mic gun pump
Layin' on the floor
Clark's bleedin' watermelon chunks
Hold up! Sprinkle the hash, Tony chap-stick
Snatch RZA last piece of fish
Right off the glass dish
Butter roll beats, bagel tracks
Wavy hair Dax
Lay it down straw hat style, Butterball crown
Time life investments
When broke I wrote the old testament
Crashed domes now perform excellence
Words with the President, brunch with Yeltsin
Gorbachev under Meth's nuts
He out in Belgium
Six and a half monkeys, twelve Nazis
Four disappear
Three-eight-two-one flash to thin air
God's replica, no wheel drive motionless
Mind cresica tilt the hat like Escher

It's called game, it'll get ya life killed
Game recognize
Right wills, game, slight chills
Things stay the same
Game, subliminary mills, smash grills
Night chills regardless what, pah
Things won't be the same again
It'll get ya life killed, game recognize
Right wills, game, slight chills
Things stay the same
Game, subliminary mills, smash grills
Night chills
Mic skills, baby pah, won't be the same
Game

A yo, I rumble into action, son
I'm right on target
Legendary status with the way
The track started
It's on, at any second with the high stakes
Drama, the game's teeth sharp like piranhas
There's a million style biters
Who try to create
Make no mistake real niggas
Challenge the fake!
Most valuable SP-1200 gold medals
Rae, Prodigy, Ghost rhyme professional
The original Pete Rock is like Soul on Ice
Dynamite with the mic device
Now roll the dice
(Word) , for the game of death (Uh)
Snake eyes, baby pah
The Boy Wonder's a threat